On a quest for Love swam the Mermaid With hair of Curl And eyes the color of the Moon She avoided the Sun And frolicked in the Ocean Deep in the Ocean Swam the Mermaid in search of Love She avoided the Sun So men…
Category: Marathon Poem
Attempt at Sestina
poetry forms a cacophony lines and words to mesmerize feelings more than theory rhyme, rhythm, pentameter In my mind, a vortex What is this mad manipulation? Intentional manipulation creating cacophony swirling vortex Memories to mesmerize graphical elements,shift, pentameter feelings more than theory feelings…
(Hour 16) 1.30-2.30pm — #1 “Kelly’s eye”
A slightly post-modern, self-referential metafictional style poem — which, when I was doing my preparations, I thought I’d be excited to see the #1 come up, but when it arrived, I was like “Oh no, I have no energy for all that”. But it was…
wait
Some more my lady Some more is what you need The wait is for fate how can there be a date?
MTA
NYC has very talented individuals with great potential for greatness. And I will say you find it at the MTA. I had tears rolling down my face when I attentively listen to one of the youngest poet I seen so far. He it’s between the…
Notice: Life Contained
From clouds of inspiration in a sky of emptiness comes rain – To soak a parched cocoon, Which appear to be levitating Concealing a phobia Unexplained by life No matter how many moment’s notice And you may or may not notice, Through the clarity of…
Remember (16)
It’s the little things that make up my personality. All those tiny tidbits that cling to my brain like cereal-box stickers on bedroom windows The telephone number from my childhood home the patterns of the turning dial on the single rotary phone at the desk…
Poem 13
I wear my heart on my sleeve, you tell me. I am hurt by your words but as they sink in, I realize they are true. I DO wear my heart on my sleeve. That is because I love hard, deeply. I love everyone who means…
I ALLOW
I allow you to love me I allow you to help me reconstruct my walls, but with you in it. I allow you to hold me and give me your attention. Just when I thought it was to late to be love and appreciated again….
My thinking
I like to think the love it’s not just a four letter word. Love captives the soul of your significant other and touches your soul in the moment of the first kiss. —Meriyen Marquez